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The man who strolled into the cell was about 6’ tall, brown hair, maybe in his mid-40’s. He had a pleasant enough face, but there was a definite cruelty in his eyes. It was also the same man who had beaten her senseless in the street. He wore brown pants, a short sleeved white shirt, and an air of sadism so thick Batgirl thought she would gag. He strolled over to Wonder Woman, but looked across at Batgirl. “So lovely, don’t you think?”
“No!” He raised his hand, putting it on the helpless Amazon’s right breast as if it were something he owned and would touch whenever he liked.
“Ah, but so delightful. I understand a woman’s breasts, so bound like this, become more sensitive by the moment, until even a gentle touch like this drives her wild with pain.” In fact, though Wonder Woman did not move at all, Batgirl could see in her eyes that he was perfectly correct, something she herself knew from long personal experience. Her breasts had been bound tightly once, and she realized that the agony she’d come to know from that incident was nothing compared to the long bondage after severe beatings that Wonder Woman was enduring. Her eyes glistened with unshed tears as Starburst stroked her overfull breast.
Standing at her side, he suddenly drew his fist back and slammed it into the side of her breast. Despite the order for silence, Wonder Woman cried out in a high pitched keening wail of agony, and Batgirl found herself screaming in outrage. “Leave her alone, you damn maniac!”
Wonder Woman stood motionless, except for her heavy gasping, her chest heaving as she wept, unable to stop herself from pulling sharply at her bound woman's genitals, the tight rope digging painfully into her sensitive woman's genitals, the searing pain reflected all too well in the woman’s tearing eyes.
Walking away, unconcerned, he stepped over to Catwoman, who astounded Batgirl by actually cowering away from him. What unspeakable horrors had he inflicted upon her to make her draw away with such open fear?
He reached up between her legs, putting his hand on her woman's genitals, and Catwoman cried out in pain as he pressed on her cut and torn woman's genitals. She writhed about in her bonds, the chains straining as she fought to escape, but there was no relief for her.
“Let her go, damn it! You’ve hurt her enough!”
“On the contrary, you just can’t hurt a woman's genitals enough!” He clenched his hand tightly, crushing and yanking at her sensitive lips. Head thrown back, back arched, Catwoman shrieked, an earsplitting scream that echoed off the stone walls and drowned out Batgirl’s outraged cries as the nude woman writhed in torment, straining helplessly at the chains.
It went on and on, until Catwoman collapsed in the chains that held her up, unable to scream anymore. When Starburst took his hand from her, his palm was covered in red blood.
With a casual gesture, he wiped his hand on her heaving breasts, smearing them with her own blood as Batgirl started to curse him, dredging up every vile epithet she could imagine, knowing all too well that very soon she would be suffering even as the other women had.
Catwoman hung limply, her head down, sobbing brokenly as trails of red blood flowed down her legs and dripped to the floor.
Starburst favored Batgirl with a smile as he stepped over to the corner between the women, and selected a short knife, whose edge gleamed menacingly in the harsh light. Stepping over to where Batgirl hung spread widely and helpless, he brought the sharp edge to her chest.
He put the blade to her right breast, just at her nipple. “Let’s see. Here?” He shook his head, moving it to her left breast as she gasped, trying to back further against the wall. “Here? No.”
He lowered the blade, the point trailing down her body, and then between her legs, the point upward as he pressed. Batgirl was trying to hide her terror, but as he pressed the blade to her, and she could actually feel the point press against her woman's genitals, she gasped, her chest heaving with her terror. He pressed up harder, and she could definitely feel the point press into her soft labia. “Here!” Log in to see images! |
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Posted On: 01/25/2009 6:49PM | View icwutudidthar's Profile | # |